My Time In The Sun

Grains of sand pour

through the glass

a measure of time

slipping by

 

No more pink-hued

sunsets reflecting glory

on the ocean

of my life

 

No more salty

waters

my body floating

unusually alive

 

Back to the gray days

and frosty nights

of winter in that place

I call home

 

Despair

closes in on me

a box of grief

the sunshine forgotten

 

The endless rain

bores a hole

in my brain

and washes my memories away

 

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My time in the sun

will seem a dream, as land receding

My boat fading into the night sky

an empty wish I longingly hold onto

 

 

 

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